Flames surged like a sea, devouring the entire sky. The heavens split apart as thunder and fire intertwined into a symphony of destruction, and the ancient Titans turned to ash alongside the surrounding buildings in the searing heat.
Perhaps the Black Robe Wizards had merely imprisoned the Titans and had not truly altered their future. Just as they had said, they were eternal lifeforms in this world.
Every civilization would vanish, only for a new one to emerge, but the Titans would not. The immortality they had stolen ensured that they would endure or perish alongside this world.
However.
Ian had brought power that did not belong to this world or this era—the power of Paradox Divine Authority. Even if it had only briefly severed their link to this world's immortality, during that short time, they not only suffered the world's backlash but also found themselves unable to withstand Ian's Fiendfyre.
The Black Robe Wizards had defeated the Titans through magic. Once their immortal bodies were gone, magic's special effectiveness against these Titans naturally rose to its peak.
The Titan God-King might once have been unmatched, and even in captivity, he might have possessed the heart of a king determined to rise again. Yet in the face of the "punishment" Ian had inflicted, all he could do before death was let out an unwilling roar.
What else could he do?
No matter how massive or towering a Titan's body was, it still could not reach Ian standing in the sky. In Raven Form, Ian simply watched the God-King roar as he turned to ash. He could barely save himself, so how could he save the rest of his kin? In his eyes before death, there was only the blood and fire of his brothers and sisters.
The once-glorious Titan Dynasty